Tamasha
I screwed up two dates in three days. Even by my miserable standards, that's god awful. Second debacle had a silver lining; I got to sit on two seats as I watched Imtiaz Ali’s Tamasha. At midnight, I tucked into my sheets. Before I disappeared into the world that lives in between what we call life, my heart said to me, “When girls go out on a date, they want to feel special, told their hair smells fabulous, receive a flower or two, get a chair pulled and told literally that the dress they’re wearing is pretty, but it’s pretty only because they’re wearing it . But you have none of these qualities because you’re an asshole. Just give up already & let the girls live in peace for Christ’s sake.” I took my heart’s words with me into my dreams. I asked myself “Why haven’t I given up, already. Aren’t I tired of this Tamasha?” I’m. There is a girl I loved - we loved crazy. We were to marry & make babies. She married & made babies with someone else. Ther